You weaved dreams with your skilfull hands <br />With silky gossamer thread <br />They shone in the sunlight <br />Rippled with the breeze <br />Sang softly at twilight <br />Those dreams and words and all that you said. <br /> <br />A wild winter breeze came and blew them away <br />They lie in the wet mud forlorn; <br />Those are the dreams of sometime, someday <br />But they might never have been born; <br />They took root in me and then grew and grew <br />These dreams I hope, will ultimately come true.<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-dreams-2/
